When the busy day is done
And my weary little one
Rocketh gently to and fro;
When the night winds softly blow,
And the crickets in the glen
Chirp and chirp and chirp again;
Where 'pon the haunted green
Fairies dance around their queen,
Then from yonder misty skies
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Thursday, October 02, 2003
This morning I had a realization: my spiral that I use for everything and one of my folders just wasn't conveniently located in my bag, but somewhere in the black abyss of rhs. Thankfully, dr. simpson had retrieved the aforementioned items and safeguarded them for me. So, I was free to create works of utter stupidity and randomness yet again. I mean, what is school for, after all? And now, while I read sparknotes on my novel for ms. o' hateme's class, you, my loyal minions, I mean readers can be entertained by the fruits of last week's labor.
writing #1: school spirits ghosts who write on the wall of fame and fortune 500 the 700 club dues don'ts wonts and forget me nots are all flowers in the left field of dreams and cabbages filled with rabbits named peter paul and mary who wasn't really a virgin touched for the very first time to look at where you've ben franklin roosevelt teddy bears with polyurethane souls down in the river to pray repentance for their sinful nature boy tried to be strange and enchanted harry potter's wand that took away lint and other maladies afflicted with star crossed lovers romeo isn't lil' anymore juliet twas not a whore and petruchio hit it off with mario and luigi's food that gives italian hearts joy to the world wide web spiderman price like in beowulf raised by wolves in geats clothing accessories to murder and the like give them a season to mourn for the prison sentence (run on) and grammatical errors of our government meant to impose their opinion on our minds do you mind? I'm trying to think for myself-ish ideals upper crust society environment polluted with six digit incomes the paycheck do not check it the ceo is restless, but not young david swung the stone on target the store with more cd's to choose from and to make anti-shrines from to this commercialism I don't believe in 'isms' prisms geometry senkevech was a witch halloween removed my spleen this is obscene not quite extreme as manson or pantera? rock has truly gone to pot, or so the smokers say in their drug induced rants and raves to which I'll bring the glowsticks
9/30 kathryn a. daniel
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writing #1: school spirits ghosts who write on the wall of fame and fortune 500 the 700 club dues don'ts wonts and forget me nots are all flowers in the left field of dreams and cabbages filled with rabbits named peter paul and mary who wasn't really a virgin touched for the very first time to look at where you've ben franklin roosevelt teddy bears with polyurethane souls down in the river to pray repentance for their sinful nature boy tried to be strange and enchanted harry potter's wand that took away lint and other maladies afflicted with star crossed lovers romeo isn't lil' anymore juliet twas not a whore and petruchio hit it off with mario and luigi's food that gives italian hearts joy to the world wide web spiderman price like in beowulf raised by wolves in geats clothing accessories to murder and the like give them a season to mourn for the prison sentence (run on) and grammatical errors of our government meant to impose their opinion on our minds do you mind? I'm trying to think for myself-ish ideals upper crust society environment polluted with six digit incomes the paycheck do not check it the ceo is restless, but not young david swung the stone on target the store with more cd's to choose from and to make anti-shrines from to this commercialism I don't believe in 'isms' prisms geometry senkevech was a witch halloween removed my spleen this is obscene not quite extreme as manson or pantera? rock has truly gone to pot, or so the smokers say in their drug induced rants and raves to which I'll bring the glowsticks
9/30 kathryn a. daniel
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Wednesday, October 01, 2003
I need to post more often. and I don't mean that as a semi-dedicated, fakey promise to myself. after thinking about it, I need to commit fully to the limited activities I actually care about. so, I signed up for nanowrimo about 5 minutes ago, and am actually going to attempt this insane feat of literary...well, not genius. But you get the jist.
School has been moderately easy as of late. the workload this year is sufficiently easier than junior year. My sincere empathy to all you ap scholars. You will survive, even if you have the occasional nightmare about andrew jackson, or outburst of "we didn't start the fire." And to those of you kiddies in pre-cal, words cannot begin to convey my utter loathing and contempt for the subject matter. enough griping, I've gotten over that bridge and burned it, believe me.
Ms. o'brien gave me two tolerable grades on my college essay, I got a 91 on my euro project, and I've finally decided what I'm going to major in. wait, nix the last thought, that was mrs. duran speaking for me. I guess I'm reading 'beloved' again for my outside novel. As far as I remember it was a lovely read, filled with a mother killing her youngest baby, and that baby returning to haunt the unlucky woman who graphically ended her life. What an uplifting experience. sparknotes.com is my bosom buddy. Also, The Iliad is due soon, so be prepared, ap english peeps.
my typing has gotten lazier than the average american. what a disgrace
School has been moderately easy as of late. the workload this year is sufficiently easier than junior year. My sincere empathy to all you ap scholars. You will survive, even if you have the occasional nightmare about andrew jackson, or outburst of "we didn't start the fire." And to those of you kiddies in pre-cal, words cannot begin to convey my utter loathing and contempt for the subject matter. enough griping, I've gotten over that bridge and burned it, believe me.
Ms. o'brien gave me two tolerable grades on my college essay, I got a 91 on my euro project, and I've finally decided what I'm going to major in. wait, nix the last thought, that was mrs. duran speaking for me. I guess I'm reading 'beloved' again for my outside novel. As far as I remember it was a lovely read, filled with a mother killing her youngest baby, and that baby returning to haunt the unlucky woman who graphically ended her life. What an uplifting experience. sparknotes.com is my bosom buddy. Also, The Iliad is due soon, so be prepared, ap english peeps.
my typing has gotten lazier than the average american. what a disgrace
